My daughter was in trouble. Big trouble.
She sat in the back seat of the car trying to explain that she hadn't actually called me fat, she was just saying, you know...I wasn't thin.
I wasn't swayed...They could all tell by the look on my face in the rear view mirror that Izzy was digging herself a hole as big as she perceived my ass.
"Bob?" (my 6 year old girl calls her big sister "Bob"), "You should stop talking. Want me to handle this?"
If I know Livi, she's not planning on working pro-bono...